#implied 141 x reader

finally making your way up to the bar you pick a seat on his left, your good side if you had to pick a favorite, and you can immediately feel his eyes raking up your body. you'd picked your outfit special for tonight, knew how good you looked, and how you'd teased your hair just right. of course he wanted to fuck you. you'd wanna fuck you too if you met in a lounge like this.

"i need whatever's gonna get me drunk quickest," you order from the bartender, clocking the grin that ticks up on his lips as his eyes drop to your tits. as if. well, maybe if you weren't hunting.

that also pulled the pretty man's attention, his beautiful dark eyes studying you. but he waited until your drink had arrived and you'd taken a hearty swallow before he finally address you. "now what's got you drinking paint thinner, darl'," of course the bastard has a smooth voice that would make women swoon. that boy next door concern on his brow.

and you've always had a good imagination. your lies flow like honey from your lips as you detail a work week that would push anyone to drinking bar jungle juice.

and pretty boy — kyle — he's a good listener.

because of course he is.

agrees that you deserve a good drink after the week you've supposedly had.

it's honestly a bit of a disappointment how easy he falls into chatting with you, even closing the distance between you to lean on the bartop as you continued to chat, ignoring the hungry eyes of others.

it did make you preen a little, but, you were only human. there was a delicious triumphant feeling of seeing others want what you had in your claws. what only had eyes for you.

after a couple more drinks, kyle even offering to buy the last, stack of bills flashing as he opens his wallet, you let slip that you'd rented a room nearby.

his eyes never leave your lips, as clear want fills his eyes before a grin spreads across his mouth. "lead the way, darl'."

and you do, because, you had. you'd never bring someone home when your trysts only ended well for you. and it was easier for you to leave someone else to clean up the mess.

"i've never done this before," you murmur as he wraps his arm around your waist, like you were close, and you allow it, smiling warmly at him as you allow yourself to gaze up at him through your lashes.

a pride puffs up his chest, grin playing on his lips.

yeah, you'd picked well.

near the door, you turn up the charm, trailing your fingers up his arm, murmuring how you can't believe how big his hands are, as you trace a finger across the power they hold. "god you're so beautiful," you coo, turning to let him kiss you, the play the shy lounge girl that gives into him. that seemed like the type of fantasy he'd have, you roll your eyes internally.

hook, line, and sinker.

he's a great kisser, the bastard, leading you to the bed, once the door is closed behind you. you always loved a helpful victim, a lamb who'd lead itself to the slaughter. you let yourself be kissed, kiss him back, hands roaming over his body as you drop your purse atop the bed in a perfected placement drop.

it does turn you on how strong his hands are, the flexing of the muscles in his neck when you kiss his jaw.

you let yourself focus on his mouth on yours, your jaw, throat, teeth grazing your shoulder and pulling a real moan. it was only fair that you let yourself enjoy this for a little bit, pretend this is a sexy tryst with an insanely privileged man, whose money you will spend so, so happily.

you let him back you onto the bed, hands gliding up his toned abdomen as you look at him as desirous a person in your situation should be.

you even start to unbutton his slacks before acting as you'd regained some semblance of control, face hot as you sit yourself back. mumbling for him to wait.

"sorry, I-"

"'s alright , darl', whatever you need," as he gives you a modicum of space, body still keeping you where you were, though.

"i have condoms in my purse," you pant out, and you can't miss the spark of something in his eyes — relief. good.

what a perfect sheep you picked.

he rubs circles in your legs with his thumbs as you reach into your bag, rustling through in search before finally grasping the torch you'd gotten special for this job. because he'd been such a good little sport, you flip the switch before you pull it out of your purse—

and blink up at the ceiling in stark confusion.

your attempts to sit up lead nowhere.

before your brain catches up, snarl starting as you try to writhe out from his hold. to get him off of you.

"darl', 's that a stun gun?" his smooth voice is incredulous as he tilts your wrist, making you wince.

"get your fuckings hands off of me!" you snap, attempting to yank your arm out of his grasp.

but it's no use. it's like you weren't even trying. wildly, you try and kick at him, but find your legs pinned almost instantly.

"don't you know how dangerous those can be?" there's an edge in his voice that chills you.

you think about pleading with him, saying someone forced you or something that a guy like him seems like he'd eat up. but there's an edge to his lips, a glint in his gaze that makes you grit your teeth as you hiss up to him. "if you don't get off me, i'll start screaming."

his grin reminds you of the cat that got the canary, sharp teeth bearing down past the feathers and flesh. "well, don't know who they'd believe, darl', a sergeant like me, or i'm sorry, what did you do again? just rob lads trying to have a good time?"

but the words went through one ear and out the other as one rung clear since it had left his lips. sergeant. without thinking you bring your heard back to slam your forehead into his face, bracing for impact as you begin to twist preemptively to free yourself.

his forearm catches the contact, forces you back down as you let out a guttural snarl.

"oh you're a feisty kitty, knew i liked you the moment you sat down," the bastard smashes your lips together as you're still trying to think of something to free yourself.

when you open your mouth to try to bite him, he rears back, grin spread freely. "oh please, darl, i'm not a fiend. won't do nothing you don't want. how does that sound? we just have some fun, and then we go our seperate ways."

and he says it with enough sincerity that it gives you pause.

breathing through your nose, you stare at him before slowly nodding.

"good girl, darl', okay, 'm gonna get off ya, and we'll just have a good time, alright?" his words do nothing as he takes your stun gun when he raises himself off of you, allowing you to stretch and loosen your joints.

you don't think you were obvious in how your goal was the door. you don't think your body language let onto how you were going to move.

but your attempt to roll away and slip out is immediately stopped, thrown back against the mattress as kyle huffs.

this time, both your wrists are held down above your head, as he pins you down under his weight. he tuts down where he's seated atop you. "now, darl', i admit, that made me a little wary of trusting you." there is a sound you've only been on the other side of, that sends jolts down your spine as your body stiffens. and then a soft chuckle. "oh, didn't even need to shock ya. that's good."

he's smiling, the bastard.

before he leans over you to place the stun gun outside of your range, cradles your face with one hand as he runs his thumb over your lips. prompt clear, your lips part.

"think i know how you can earn my trust back. want that, darl'?"

and despite yourself, you nod, suck on his thumb to sweeten the deal.

he lets you have your hands back before he raises himself off of you. and you slide down the bed, to the floor, ignore the siren call of the door as you take the spot between his legs that he creates as he sits on the edge.

you can do this.

"go on, darl'," his voice shouldn't sound so charming.

you'd like to think that the hardness in his slacks is from before. it makes it easier, you supposed.

he lets you unzip his trousers, smiles down at you as you open them and fish his cock out of his boxers. and… you don't think about how it's not fair that his cock is as pretty as he is. this isn't about that. you're not thinking about how he's thick, curved in that way that's sure to make people tremble. pre beading at the slit on his tip.

you look into his eyes as you trail a nail down his length, don't miss the way his smile widens. you smooth your thumb over the head, spreading what he offers, before you give him an appreciative pump.

right.

"all for me?" you purr, and don't miss the way his cock twitches. so what if that pulls a grin from you.

yeah, you could do this.

you lean in to hiss his cockhead, hearing the way he inhales through his teeth as your lips press against it. to sell it, you gaze up through your lashes at him as your tongue peeks out. you don't think about how long it's been, or what brought you here, you focus on the task at hand; suckling on the head of his dick as you lazily pump your hand up his length.

careful of your teeth, you take him further into your mouth, laving your tongue over every bit of flesh that you possibly could, rewarded with a moan as you focus on his pleasure.

you don't know why you forgot about his hands, but it's a surprise when they slide up your neck, fisting a hold in your hair as he tilts your head with his grasp, forcing more of his cock into your mouth, down your throat. you weren't ready for that, attempting to relax your throat when your nails on his thighs do nothing to deter him.

instead he hisses a moan, head thrown back.

there's no way, in your current predicament, to stop him, so you cinch your eyes shut and let him fuck your throat, tonguing at what flesh you can, humming to help him cum faster. if he'd been standing, you could probably finger his ass enough to get him off.

it's a nice thing to imagine as tears well through your closed eyes.

anything to keep your mind at the task, to breath through your nose, to get this over with.

you can feel his cock twitching, humming harder, as you drop one hand from his thigh. his balls are nice an heavy as you cup them, pulling a moan louder than the others, an aborted thrusts of his hips to force himself farther.

you can almost taste your freedom.

instead of you're forced to taste a shot of his cum as he pulls out of your throat, mouth, string painting across face and your closed eyes as you suck in air.

a camera shutter goes off and panting, you do your best to wipe him off your face.

the bastard laughs at you. "c'mon, darl', no need to be dramatic."

snatching your purse, you glare at him. "you got yours, i'm out."

you wish, you'd heard the sounds beyond the door. but you don't. instead coming face-to-face with a man's chest. there's a deep low chuckle from the blonde man, as a mohawk peers over his shoulder.

"ye already started, gaz? well thanks for the greeting, lass, but don't you worry, cap, si, and i'll keep you busy while he gets it back up."

your heart hammers in your throat, as his mitt wraps around your wrist, dragging you back towards the bed. "wait, no-"

"promised you'd pay it off, didn't ya, dovie?" the tower of a man's voice is a rumble that makes your knees shake.

"i — i didn't-"

"aw, luv, no reason to cry," a man with muttonchops smiles at you like you've just said the dumbest thing in the world, pinching your cheek between his thumb and forefinger. "and our gaz already told us you're good for it."

"i'll never do it again." you plead as the door slams after him, tears welling in your eyes.

"good girl," he cooes, before nodding to the bed with his chin. "now get up there. johnny's been a pain all night since gaz texted."